I woke up late today. I slept through my alarm for the first time. I slept through Gabriel coming in to unplug it because he was annoying.
I rolled over and grabbed my pocket watch from a drawer. It read 11:32.
I have never slept in the late.
A text came in that said 'I'm out front.'
I scrambled around my room, throwing clothes in and lacing my converse. I fixed my tie and adjusted my glasses. I patted my hair down, but it always stays so fluffy, why bother? I told Gracie to wish me luck and pat her head, place ing a handful of sunflower seeds in her dish. I hurried out if my room and snagged a piece of toast from Anna. I felt my chest through my shirt to feel the necklace as I got to the porch and approached Dean reclined in the seat of his car.
"Morning cassie." His lips were slightly parted and curled up in one corner. He was wearing sunglasses that looked like aviator glasses with shiney metallic frames that sat ever-so-perfectly on his freckle-splattered nose.
"Good morning, Dean." I smiled.
"C'mon, get in." He seemed inpatient.
I climbed in his car and we drove off.
He glanced over at me, smiled and gazed back at the road.
We soon pulled up to the school. He had me wait in the car and left to talk to a large, curly-headed kid who handed him something and started back to the car. He called back "Hey, thanks Kenny. Appreciate it, man." He raised the item (What was now evidently a key card) And told me to get out.
He brought me around to the trunk of his car and it popped open. It was scattered with papers, clothes and some equipment/uniforms. I saw a jar with a few coins and three dollars in it. Just as he promised, "Dean and Cas' travel fund." But that's not what he was showing me. He grabbed two coats from the back. A blackish-brown one that he slipped into, and a long, tan trench coat. He handed it to me.
"You'll need it. It's gonna be cold." He spoke quickly.
He walked off and I was directly behind him, fiddling with the ends of the sleeves on my new coat. He suddenly stopped at a door and I ran into the back of him.
"Sorry-" I tried to apologize, which, of course, he shooed away.
"Here's your suprise." He opened the door jammed with the key card and pushed me inside. I looked around. It was somewhat cold but it was massive. It was the ice rink the Hokey team uses. He handed me a pair of ice skates and laced up his own. I did, as well and he walked out to the ice pulling me along by the wrists.
It was slippery and cold. Music was playing quietly in the back. I nearly fell, but he caught me.
"I won't let you fall, okay? Just trust me."
"I do." I replied, pulled his face to me by the collar and kissed him slowly and passionately.
He broke it soon later and pulled me to the center of the ice. My feet didn't want to stay together, but he kept me upright, holding the small of my back and hand in the other. That was better than gloves and kept me warm as well.
"Let's dance." He said as if that was normal.
"Dance? But I can't. I never-"
"Everyone needs to dance at least once.
I'll teach you."
I nodded and he placed my hand on his hand on his big, strong shoulder. He put his on my waist and pulled me closer. He instructed me on moving my feet slightly like he did. He swayed back and forth, eyes closed and slowly rotating us. I closed my eyes and leaned in, my head rising against his chest. We dances for a little while then he started skating around and showing off.
"C'mon, Cas!" He called out for me.
I unsteadily skated out to him and he took my hand and skated around with me. He was laughing quietly and smiling, as, apparently, I was.
"I love you." He said out of nowhere.
I turned pink again. "I love you, too"
"Will you love me 'till the end of my days?" He asked in verification.
"No." I retorted. His shoulders dropped. "I'll love you until the end of mine."
"I LOVE YOU CASTIEL NOVAK!
AND I DON'T CARE WHO KNOWS IT ANYMORE! He shouted at a brain rattling decibel.
I was smiling like a little kid when he spun me around, my trench coat flying everywhere. Eventually we went back to the car. He put the skates in the trunk, along with his jacket. I kept mine on and he chuckled.
